This is a song about "Loving my parents"

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

My parents are freaking

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Came back from parents evening, got my grades

Is it my fault that my parents did not go to college?

Niggas wild as shit. no rubber, just climb in that bitch

Trade in my white tee for a tie and a sweater

R.i.p to the victims reach out and take my loving letter,

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

I was a spitting image of my african father/ parents from the

People say that i'm a bum, my parents make modest money,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see